Have you ever sat in your bed at night, maybe crying alone?

Did you ever ask yourself, “Please tell me what to do?”

And if you received any sort of response, I encourage you to sit with that for a moment and reflect.

It didn’t happen like that for me.

There was no response to my question.

There was anger, crying, screaming.

I typed in all caps, I created angry screaming music, and I created music that exudes such sadness and desperation that I cry just thinking about it. I didn’t realize it at the time, but what I did was actually self-document my journey which allowed me to discover my what-do.

The view from my eyes shows to me my own greatest masterpiece.

I do not know if anyone will look at it, read it, listen to it, watch it, or experience it. But that’s not exactly the main point of doing this.

Mainly, it is for my own selfish reasons. Every day I look at each page I have completed, and I re-discover my thoughts and feelings.

I wish to remember this. Each and every moment of it.

This is my … uh-oh. Memoir.

This is my contribution to a world wide web filled with such vast amounts of information that most websites may never reach a lot of the people who need their offering the most.